The tops were still off the shampoo and conditioner she’d used to wash her hair for Dino’s return; the wet towel was still on the bed, the hair dryer plugged in. “Think you might hang on five minutes, Carter,” said Sir William. ”The girl started protesting, but not for long. Billy accepted it gratefully; anything to postpone the opening of the brown envelopes and his bank statement.
Rupert’ll have to ride him in the parade. Least said, soonest sewn up,” said Ludwig cheerfully, who, as the new winner, rode grinning into the ring to collect his prize money. Helen was looking rather pale, her newly washed hair falling to her shoulders, subtly smelling of Miss Dior, her blue high heels catching in the ridges of the floor. Don’t make unnecessary demands.
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